It was 36°F (that’s 2°C for all you international readers of my fascinating blog) and raining fairly hard for last night’s run. That’s almost as bad as it gets. (A few winters in Ithaca taught me that semi-frozen slush falling from the sky is the absolute worst.) To my continuing surprise, plenty of people still showed up for PRC’s Monday-night run… although a lot of the regulars were missing. We’ve got a couple of ultra-runners in the group now. One is easing back into running (but should he be?) after making it 80+ miles in a 24-hour race the weekend before last — on a stress-fractured leg the whole time. The other ran a marathon on Saturday. Oh, and also a marathon on Sunday.
I tried to run fast to stay warm, but my fast pace wasn’t all that fast yesterday — 5.8 miles at a 8:55/mile pace.
I'd Rather be Running 
I can sympathize. It was about 18 degrees this morning during my run – I had nice layer of frost on my vest when I got home!